Page 103 of Wrestling with Daddy
Seriously, though, I need to thank all the organizers at Mountain Lake Resort. Even if the views hadn’t been amazing, or the food hadn’t been out of this world… Nothing could’ve topped this past week.
And I’ll never get to experience something as world-changing ever again.
Ken’s eyesmight’ve gotten a bit misty as he reread the article that had been posted earlier that morning. Yesterday had been his last day at work, officially, so he decided to have a slow morning before getting on the road.
He had a plan to execute that involved Nathan—and getting to him—but first he’d been asked to attend a collaring ceremony with him. From what he’d gathered, Nathan wasn’t the biggest fan of the guy being collared, but everyone in his community was attending.
Ken couldn’t deny that a part of him was very curious about meeting this community of his… and drive Nathan home right after.
The good news was that he managed to park right behind Nathan’s apartment. The extra good news was that he knew his pup was home.
It had only been a week since he’d last seen him—last weekend, when Nathan had taken the bus to see him. It felt like longer.
Ken couldn’t wait to get his hands on the pup, catalog the small changes in him that were beginning to solidify—the glow in his eyes, the serenity when he teased and pretended to fight with him. There was a sense of comfort, of knowing how much to push and when.
Like last weekend, when he’d spent most of Saturday complaining about how his marks from Sunday were all gone. Ken had tried to explain—patiently—how there had barely been any open skin and only a few tiny scabs. Nathan, of course, hadn’t seen it like that; he’d thought it was high treason he couldn’t have kept them longer.
Ken drummed his fingers against the steering wheel before killing the engine and grabbing the duffel bag he’d brought with him to avoid driving in full leather. The drive might only be a couple of hours, but Ken would rather change when it was time to head to the dungeon.
They still had a couple of hours, he guessed, as he rang the intercom buzzer. Not enough time to do all the snuggling he’d fantasized about all week, but he’d have to make do.
If everything worked out the way he wanted, he wouldn’t have to worry about limited time anyway.
“Shit, you’re here?” Nathan’s distorted voice sounded too close to the speakers.
Ken shook his head. He’d indulged in too much wishful thinking, not considering his boy wouldn’t get into trouble before he’d even reached the small apartment.
He was more or less ready for anything when he climbed up the set of stairs and kissed Nathan hello by the door.
At first sight, though, nothing was amiss. Nathan was half-dressed in a pair of sweatpants, but Ken hadn’t expected him in full gear when they still had to grab something to eat.
“Anything I missed?”
“I missed you, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” Ken sighed, forgetting about the supposed issue. As Nathan lowered his guard around him, felt safer in Ken not leaving, he also became more and more affectionate, letting that koala side of his out at all times of the day. Like now when he’d just jumped on him, wrapping both arms and legs around Ken as if he’d never had knee issues in his life. “Missed you too, brat.”
It was hard to scold him about the lack of consideration to his joints when Nathan was this… warm, and snuggly, and affectionate.
Everything Ken had been looking for without losing that mischievous streak that did him in.
Sadly, not something he could change. Or something he would want to change.
They made a good pair, Nathan-provoked headaches included.
“Are you going to tell me why you sounded so panicked?”
“I… got a delivery. But it was supposed to be a surprise,” Nathan huffed. “And it was supposed to arrive before you did. Daddy, you have to start being late to places.”
“Oh, do I?” Ken laughed before setting his boy back down. “I don’t think I’d be a good example of a Daddy then.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
But Nathan was giggling, and the sound did things to Ken’s insides.
He was too old for all these feelings and things.
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